I stopped by the local post office at about 9:30 this morning, to mail a package. As the clerk was weighing it and printing up the postage, I heard a woman’s voice call out from behind a divider.
“Oh!” she exclaimed. “You’re here.”
The woman emerged from where she’d been sorting mail, and I instantly recognized her as our own rural mail carrier. “Since you’re here,” she smiled, handing me a bundle of mail, “You might as well take this now.”
I smiled, laughed, and thanked her for saving me from trudging through snowdrifts to the mailbox later that afternoon. “I love small towns,” I added.
Can anyone even imagine something like this happening in a city?